I CAN do anything.

18 hrs to go

(1 day 13 hours...

...is the amount of time I have left to back out of this.) Just kidding ya'll :) 

Ya'll I got the Bronchitis!

Seriously? Yes, it's true. But it's only "a little bronchitis". How is that different than a big one? Did it make a difference in the fact that I couldn't do my 18 mile ride this morning? NO. Stupid lungs. Instead I've spent the past few days in a codeine induced haze texting my friends telling them how much I love them. That's going to be really helpful next weekend when I'm riding a bike for 23 miles. I guess I'll just put my stupid inhaler (YES, I HAVE AN INHALER) in my stupid bike bag, so when Lance notices me wheezing I can just whip that out and BAM.

Grrraaaah!!!!!

(No) Doubt

Here's the situation: I've been off the bike for a LONG time. I thought since Pelotonia is oh... 14 days away, that I had better go on a long ride. My last long ride was 14 miles, the day after I had gotten my Remicade infusion (means I was also infused with 'roids see: The USA Today. Lance is doing it too.)

Anyways I was a bit worried that the steroids were what got me through those 14 miles, (and I had an hour long break half way). Well, guess what world, I WAS WRONG!

This morning I planned on riding 10, but went ahead and did 12 instead (suck it Crohn's disease!). Turns out I was wrong to doubt myself. I always quote John Locke "Nobody tells me what I can't do!", but it turns out that I was doing the telling.

No more doubts (at least for today!).

Now please excuse me while I bathe in ICY HOT.

Vacation Training!

Clearly, the above is an example of my vacation training for Pelotonia. I swam in pools, and in Lake Erie (cardio, check), I biked to the coffee shop, the ice cream store, and then I did a 6 mile ride today (biking skills, check). I threw medium sized children off of my shoulders into Lake Erie (strength training, check), and hula hooped frequently (core training, check). 

I love vacation. 

Ground Control to Major Robyn

I pride myself on the creativity of my workouts (read: unplanned happenings where I am forced to move around, and sometimes sweat).

My favorite "workout" is playing with my 5 year old neighbor. She is one of the most delightful creatures on the planet, no question. Myself being one of the dumbest creatures on the planet, suggested a week or so ago that we play "Rocket Ship", where I superman her around into space creatures (mainly the neighborhood cat gang), some astronauts (her parents), and other spacecraft (my honda civic).

To my chagrin, "Rocket Ship" is now one of her favorite games. We have had several variations when my arms and shoulders get tired (example: I carry her and tell her she is flying First Class. She gets the option of a hot towel, or a beverage). Today's variation included fake mustaches, so we because Cosmonauts. Her first class beverage was a nice vodka, and we landed her in the Kremlin.

Here are the take-away's from today's blog post:
1. I am an awesome Rocket Ship.
2. My tiny friend's energy and imagination are giving me one hell of an upper body workout.

PS: I will be off the grid playing with family for a week or so, they are all in perfect shape and move around a lot. If you don't hear from me in a few weeks, I have either (a) joined the USA climbing team, or (b) died of exhaustion.